The Faded River

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The Faded River

The dream had no sky. Only water. Cold. Black. Endless. Walter swam. His lungs burned. He gasped. Air. Sharp. Iron. He opened his eyes. Stone. Wet. Damp. The wall wept. A drip. Tap. Tap. Tap. Rhythm. Clockwork. Walter sat up. His back ached. A bruise. Old. New. He looked down. Hands. Clasped. Wet. Shivering. He wiped them. On his tunic. Wool. Coarse. Gray. The color of fog. The color of...

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